I don’t really have much for you this week; I’ve been working on rather labour-intensive project and it is taking almost all my energy. It’s a good thing, as this means I’m busy and feeling productive. But also not a good thing as my creative meter is on low, very low, because I’m all kinds of stressed and my anxiety level is high.

Fine As Wine

But, thankfully, I came across an interview with Maya Angelou from 2009 by pure accident last week. (Do you ever go to a site intending to read one item then get lost in links and other articles? Yeah, that happens to me more often than I’m willing to admit at this time. 🙄)

Anyway, tumbling around brought me to the aforementioned article, and this article segment in particular –

Seven years on she is frail. Well enough to make it down the stairs on her own, but sufficiently delicate that she would measure each step as she measures her words – with care and caution. Then she needed only a cane and the occasional offer of an arm; today she uses a walker. At one point she gets frustrated when she tries to dial a number and her fingers refuse to comply. A plastic tube attached to her nose plies her with oxygen to help with her chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. One of her lungs has collapsed. “I smoked for 40 years, so I’m paying those dues,” she says. Of the tube she says, “I sleep with it. I teach without it. I wouldn’t go all day without it.” And then she smiles. But I’m fine as wine in the summertime.

Well hell, is what I thought after reading this. If Angelou is “fine as wine in the summertime” in this context then so can I be in my little world.

So thank you Maya Angelou, for helping me bring both my stress and anxiety back to a more reasonable level and for providing the inspiration for this latest offering and for .

Your words never let me down.